It Hurt's Instead

21

Punch after punch.

Kick after kick.

Over and over.

Again and again.

I've honestly lost count.

I'm sat tied up to a chair with my own dried blood on my thigh from the huge wound I have.

"Oh look she can't even look at us"

I can hear Jackson laughing with his dad.

In all honesty my head was facing the blood on my skin.

My vision my blurred and I was fighting so hard not to just give up.

They hadn't stopped.

Once one got tired the other started.

Compared to the bruises I've had from my family I'd rather that right now then this.

They both were sat down eating whatever while looking at me.

I know I should really not care but if I thought my stomach turned at the beginning.

It's nothing compared to what I'm feeling now.

"She looks like she could easily give up" Jackson says in a mocking tone

Honestly if I had the strength to get up from these ties and slap him I would.

I have no hope honestly.

"What did what's his face say?" His dad pipes up

"He didn't say much but he knows what we're planning"

"Did he gives us anything?"

"Apart from this shitty building not much"

They both laugh yet again and I can feel my eyes getting heavy.

It's like being chained to the wall when your body is trying to fall forward.

Not that I've ever been chained to a wall.

The rain hitting the window and the roof sounded worse then them talking.

Witch is saying something.

I can barely see but from what I can Jackson and his dad seem, uneasy?

It's like whatever they can hear isn't setting right with them.

"Mila?" Jackson says more like I question

Apart of me wants to stay quiet and say nothing.

He walks over forcing my chin up so I look at him.

"Still alive I see" he sighs

He kind of throws my face to the side as he walks back and sits down.

"What's the plans with her?" His dad asks